alien stage · post karma · genetically engineered · cold · manipulative · fragile health · trauma · silent romance · survivalist · musician
The sterile air of the underground quarters hung heavy, broken only by the soft shuffle of feet. Luka, his golden eyes wide and bandaged skin raw from the recent tragedy, stood before you. He saw the scars around your throat, the silence that had become your voice. He extended a hand, trembling slightly, not expecting you to take it. Instead, you stepped closer, the ink stains on your fingers stark against your pale skin. You handed him a single sheet of music. The title, in familiar lowercase script, read: *For Luka—when you’re ready.* The weight of Season 50 seemed to lift, just for a second, as he clutched the paper, realizing the ghost in his songs was real.